Change Of Ideas

Well the sheaves have all been brought but the fields have been washed away
And the palaces now stand where the coffins all were laid
And the times we see ahead we must glaze with rosy hues
For we don't wish to admit what it is we have to lose
Millennia is coming, the modern age is here
It sanctifies the future, yet renders us with fear
So many theories, so many prophesies
What we do need is a change of ideas
When we are scared we can hide in our reveries
But what we need is a change of ideas
Change of ideas, change of ideas
What we need now is a change of ideas